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"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace." 

Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it. 

Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already. 

"I wish I could be there forever..." 

 A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine

"What brings you here?"

And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.

"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."

His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.

"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.

"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite." 

"Gale! Help me! GALE!"

 The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.

"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."

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"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace." 

Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it. 

Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already. 

"I wish I could be there forever..." 

 A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine

"What brings you here?"

And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.

"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."

His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.

"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.

"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite." 

"Gale! Help me! GALE!"

 The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.

"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."

"I hate those rich people with all my heart." 

"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands. 

"...Even though I once was one."

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"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace." 

Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it. 

Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already. 

"I wish I could be there forever..." 

 A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine

"What brings you here?"

And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.

"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."

His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.

"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.

"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite." 

"Gale! Help me! GALE!"

 The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.

"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."

"I hate those rich people with all my heart." 

"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands. 

"...Even though I once was one."

 The person frowns. "No"

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…hello. I await a partner

 yo :) I can maybe. 

 If you want to run two RP’s at once! Haha!

*note I will be playing a character I just recently developed, and I rolled a legitimate 3 for an ability score, and plopped it down on intelligence.*

 I ran like six at once once, I think I can handle two. Although I am never doing six at once again. 

Wait that's actually hilarious... four ones... Okay :) I think it would be really funny if they encountered one of my really depressed characters and I dunno what would happen but yeah 

 I've run like five, and got overwhelmed and started chatting with 'Naner

 Whenever your ready

May I join?

If you can RP deep and full.

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 Yuh ofc! I’ll write up responses and intros now. Finished up a new warrior cats OC :3 so now I’m free 

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"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace." 

Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it. 

Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already. 

"I wish I could be there forever..." 

 A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine

"What brings you here?"

And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.

"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."

His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.

"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.

"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite." 

"Gale! Help me! GALE!"

 The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.

"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."

"I hate those rich people with all my heart." 

"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands. 

"...Even though I once was one."

 The person frowns. "No"

 “These are absolutely the best. More! More!” 

“Okay, okay, rich person. Well you owe me for wasting my time, so how are you gonna pay that back?” 

“Feel… a little… woozy…” 

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"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace." 

Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it. 

Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already. 

"I wish I could be there forever..." 

 A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine

"What brings you here?"

And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.

"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."

His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.

"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.

"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite." 

"Gale! Help me! GALE!"

 The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.

"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."

"I hate those rich people with all my heart." 

"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands. 

"...Even though I once was one."

 The person frowns. "No"

 “These are absolutely the best. More! More!” 

“Okay, okay, rich person. Well you owe me for wasting my time, so how are you gonna pay that back?” 

“Feel… a little… woozy…” 

 "Why do you think I have money?"

*Yayy my many OC's have a place now*

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 Yuh ofc! I’ll write up responses and intros now. Finished up a new warrior cats OC :3 so now I’m free 

 Ok! Still need to think of a Char.